Tempted Trapped and Too Late to Run

Chapter 151

Scarlette watched as Quinn put on a melodramatic show, then glanced at the cool-as-a-cucumber Clara beside her. She couldn't resist whispering, "Are you the devil or what?" How she came up such a wicked plan was beyond her wildest thoughts. She and Clara both thought the same. They were absolutely each other's kind of ally.

Quinn, clutching a knife, had now sidled up to Colton. Seeing the tears on her face, Colton felt like every bit of this was worth it. He even closed his eyes in resignation. "Quinn, I know you're being forced into this. I won't yell out in pain. I know you're hurting inside too."

Quinn's lips quivered, her eyes red from crying. "Colton, I'm so sorry."

"You've got nothing to apologize for; I'm doing this willingly! Don't cry! It kills me to see you in tears!"

A determined glint flashed in Quinn's eyes as she plunged the knife forward, but she avoided any vital spots. Colton let out a muffled grunt, holding back his cries of pain. He didn't want to lose face in front of Quinn. If he could just get through this night, it'd be the ultimate test of life and death for both him and Quinn. Maybe then Quinn would ditch Simon and choose him. Just the thought of it chased away the pain, leaving him feeling oddly happy.

With tears streaming down her face, Quinn pulled the knife back and looked at Clara. "Is this enough for you devils?"

Clara pulled a bottle of water from behind her, a mischievous grin spreading as she lowered her voice. "This is just the beginning. This bottle's got poison in it— deadly stuff. Only one of you is walking out of here tonight."

Quinn's face went ghostly white as she struggled desperately. "No, please, I'm begging

mighty, but now, realizing her life was

tone menacing. "Ms. Quinn, this's

filled Quinn's eyes as she screamed frantically. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die! No! Why not let Colton drink

impact and her tone turned desperate. "Let Colton drink it. Didn't he say he'd do anything for me? Please, I don't want

signaled the bodyguards to let Quinn go. Quinn, as limp as a noodle, lay sprawled on the floor like a jellyfish. Clara crouched slightly, placing the bottle in front of her. "Ms. Quinn, will you drink,

snatched the bottle, and made a beeline for Colton without a

her urgency was so clear, there was no room for pretense. Colton remained in shock, for this was not the Quinn he thought he knew. The Quinn he knew was kind-hearted and wouldn't hurt a fly, yet

unscrewed the cap and clamped his mouth shut. Finally, a hint of panic

crossed Quinn's eyes. She couldn't be blamed for this; she didn't want to die

want

a glimpse of Clara nearing again. Fear caused her to shake, and she shoved the bottle into

struggled fiercely, but he was tied to the chair, completely impossible to break free. In less than a minute, he had gulped down the entire bottle of water. He bent over, trying to vomit it out, only to hear the